Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " reviving. / There is no discord between me and the world now. / Night wonderful. Moon circled with a beautiful rainbow. Moonsparkled poplar trees. As I get in bed I sit on edge & look out of window. All trees in moonstorm haze, a glitter with silver-glint. / October 1, 1914. / A heavy white fog. The world ends at Bolger’s Barn; beyond lies a vast mist-hidden valley, up out of which comes the faint calls of robins, as if the fog condensing on the shining leaves, made music as "